And how else could it be?
He adores you, you know that.

He models himself after you.

And so, mark me, without either of you knowing it, _you will make him in spite of yourself and in spite of him_.

And it is your fate to make him after your own type.
Wait, French, let me finish." Brown's easy good nature was gone, his face was set and stern.

"You ask me to teach him morals.